Catch Who?A Poem by PeteThe Son of Man, Oil On Canvas by Rene Magritté from head to toe, hands to feet the low hanging fruit was oh so sweet with what we don't know but wish we knew why do they call it a catch-22it's more like a let go and let god brick after brick stone after stone men labor and aspire to build churches steeples stretching and reaching up for heaven whilst eating bread leavened a church is not a building not a structure it's everywhere, anywhere a state of being its glass windows stained with the tears of separation from the creator we being the angels and demons clothed with everything in eden naked with nothing in hell in hearts, eyes and souls chanting dead sea scrolls searching for loopholes anything just a clue having stale cake and eating it too a sneaker for running along with a dress shoe expecting to be liberated from a damned catch-22
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